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pairing | husband!rick grimes x wife!f!reader
summary | the Alexandria group throws a party to celebrate your marriage to Rick. But your husband can’t take his eyes off you.
wc | 3.1k
warnings | SMUT so 18+ ONLY: p in v (wrap it irl), f!receiving fingering, handjob, rick has chest hair now, aftercare if you squint, & cursing
a/n | smutty smut for the Rick girlies [but don’t fight me he has chest hair in this fic idc]
part 2 of 2 [previous part]
It was a surprise party that neither of you wanted. The thought of having a big celebration and being forced to get dressed up and sip drinks over small talk with the entire community seemed tiring.
But here you are.
After Rick proposed, he planned to make dinner and eat with the kids, and at most, have the group over for an announcement.
But neither of you planned for the entire community.
Tara grinned, topping off a glass of amber liquid before handing it to Rick. “So! How’s the lovely couple?”
The two of you smiled at her. Rick’s hand slid to your waist, tugging you in close before splaying his fingers across your stomach.
“We’re good, Tara.”
“This was sweet of you to do,” you insist. “But like I said before it wasn’t necessary—“
“This is a big deal,” she squealed. “Like I’m impressed! You two made it official and shit.”
Rick's brows raised. He made a short sound like he was going to ask her something but you stopped him with a quick pinch at his back. “Uh, well, thanks again for putting this together with Carl.”
“And Michonne. Oh, Maggie helped with the food. Glenn said–”
You nod absentmindedly, spotting the katana wielding warrior woman off in the corner. She held a glass of wine and kept Maggie’s attention as they chatted about who knows what. Carl was off to the side with Enid, carrying Judith around with a wide smile. The rest of the group was mingling and chatting among the crowd, bouncing between the kitchen and living areas.
The house was one of many massive homes in Alexandria’s community. And this gem happened to belong to Rick, Carl, Judith, and you.
“Hey, Tara. Mind if I get my lovely wife a drink?”
He twisted the fabric of your dress. Rick’s other hand dug into your skin a bit more, running his callous fingers underneath the dress strap.
Your eyes widen at the contact. He knew what he was doing. And in public. You tried to move away from the contact, but the way his thumb and pointer fingers swirled little circles into the exposed skin made every inch of your body buzz with excitement.
Tara said something. Snapping your attention to her, you smiled. “Thanks again.”
“We’ll be right back.”
“Sure,” Tara turned to her right just as Rosita tried to slink away with a bottle of bourbon.
“Oo! Sharing is caring–” was all you heard from Tara before Rick led you away.
You felt bad to be so distracted tonight but Rick had that effect on you. He could just stand there, leaning on a table or propped against the doorway, and your brain would go fuzzy. All sense of self washed away and your mind was fixed on him. His stance was always wide and invasive, like he was expecting all eyes to fall on him. And they did.
Before you knew it, he turned down one of the opposite hallways. Head swinging back, you realized he was not taking you for a drink. The kitchen was to the left and not down the small hallway. You twisted back to Rick, eyeing him with a curious gaze.
“Where are we going? Drinks are back in the kitchen.”
Away from the party, away from most of the noise, he led you further through the house.
“Rick,” you huffed. “We can’t leave during the party.”
A sly smile crossed his face. “Yes we can.”
“We shouldn’t.”
“We should,” he motioned backwards towards the sounds of the party. “They don’t care.”
“I’m sure they do. They all put it together—“
“Nah. I’m making time for my girl.”
He trailed you down the hall of your home, scrubbing his newly shaven face for the tenth time tonight. He led you back to the last door, which happened to be the laundry room. Nowadays it was used for storage as the times of freshly laundered clothes were not a priority.
A yelp escaped your lips as the door shut. Complete darkness engulfed the room just before a tiny solar powered lamp light flickered to life by his feet.
Your husband’s bright blue eyes shone down on you as he soaked in every inch of your body that was on display. It was Rosita’s idea to put on the dress, not yours. And from the way his gaze changed, maybe you’ll be thanking her tomorrow.
Hands slowly trailed up to your waist and then pushed.
“Rick!” an excited squeal left your mouth as your back pressed to the door. His warm, soft lips already dragged across your collarbone. He ran his tongue across the soft spot between your neck and shoulder, gently trailing up to your jaw.
Between soft pecks, his voice rasped. “Did I mention how sexy you look?”
His lips brushed the corner of your mouth just as his fingers scrunched the dress fabric. Every inch of your skin buzzed at his touch as he lingered and dragged his mouth back to yours. You caved for a moment, following the push and pull of his lips.
“W-wait,” the words stumbled out as you pulled your lips from his. “The party–”
“‘Cause you look sexy.”
Your eyes dart to the door as Rick continues to leave a trail of hot kisses over your jaw. “Rick maybe we should wait until–”
“Fuckin’ beautiful.” His mouth hung open as he studied your lips. Then your eyes. He trailed his callous fingers across the jaw now peppered with kisses. Slowly, he dragged his thumb down to your collarbone.
A soft chuckle escaped him as his eyes softened. “I’m the luckiest man to have found you.”
And then the party slipped from your mind. It was just you and Rick, alone in the low light of the laundry room. Not a single soul mattered outside that door.
Then the softness behind his eyes slipped away as that deep seductive glare returned. “I said you looked sexy, right?”
There was a pause. You purse your lips, letting your fingers drop to his forearms. The fabric of his button up pushed to his elbows and you gently wedged your finger underneath it. He said you looked sexy, beautiful, and fucking perfect about a thousand times tonight. From the sultry stare and playful smirk, you knew Rick was playing a game.
So, you decided to play along.
“No.” An obvious lie.
He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue, “I didn’t?”
“Hm… not that I remember. No.”
“Well,” he whispered, “I think you look beautiful.” Rick dropped close, caging you against the door. It was hot the way he leaned over you, allowing your body to relax into his.
“Beautiful or sexy?” You smirked, “which is it, Mr. Grimes?”
There was little space between your bodies. He liked it like that. When you had to press further into him, to feel every inch of his toned body, it was paradise. At the same time he loved the way you squirmed under his touch. Begging for more.
His arms dropped, circling your hips until his palms curve and cup your ass.
“Jump.”
You did what you were told. He hoisted you up, sliding your butt across the top of the washing machine. There was no hesitation in his movements when Rick had a plan. And you quickly realized he was thinking about doing this all night. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. His body never left your side. He was stuck to your skin like glue.
His hands were already pulling the dress top down below your breasts when you adjusted your position. He spread your legs, running his palms up your thighs. The slow and calculated push of his fingers made you tremble.
The dress made it easy for him to make his way up to your panties. Wrapping around to scoop your ass in his hands, he pulled you tighter towards his body.
“Shit,” he murmured. “Look at what you do to me.” Your eyes dipped and noticed the tightness in the front of his jeans.
A whimper escaped your lips as Rick slowly dug his hips in. “Feel that?”
Your mouth opened but only a breathy sound came out.
He moved a bit harder, dragging his bulge against your pussy again. “I didn’t hear you.”
With more strength, you mustered a hum.
“What was that?” His smile was sweet but his tone was devilish. His hips pressed a bit harder.
A gasp escaped your lips as you were already aching for him. Slowly, you twisted against his touch to rub against his erection. Hot, twisting desire pulsed through your body as the ache between your legs intensified. Those blue eyes narrowed on your exposed body as he ran his hands up to your waist.
“Fuck.” He moaned, “I just want you all to myself.”
Maybe it was the burst of pleasure and excitement flowing through your veins that had you daring to push past breathless replies. Fighting the urge to whimper and give all the control now, you decided to toy with him.
Your hands flattened across his broad chest. One button released, then another. You skimmed your fingers down his sternum, far enough to grab the little tight curls of his chest hair. The super fine hair only runs across his upper chest and you knew it was his weakness.
You rolled your fingertips until you snagged the hair..
“You have me, Rick.” You spoke with force behind your voice this time.
You tugged again. Watching him, feeling him, gave you that tight fluttering in your lower belly. He scooted you closer just as his belt slipped away. He was fidgeting to not push down and fuck you right against the machine. But you wanted that. He took you all the way back here, propped you up on the washer, all for what? It was the middle of the party. Rick knew exactly what he was doing and there was no way you’d be walking out of this laundry without fucking your husband. It would be sacrilegious.
It’s your wedding night, after all.
You pulled one more time, watching him wither and grunt as you drew circles into his skin.
“So just remind me: you think I look beautiful?”
“Mhm. And sexy.”
“Really?” You roll your hips against his crotch and feel him tense. Rick dipped his head down and made a strangling moan. He was throbbing beneath his jeans now, begging to slide into your pussy. Rick lets out a breathy sound so you did it again. The flimsy underwear you wore dampened the more you rocked into him.
But when his hands latched onto your hips and it was over. The cat and mouse game and playfulness ended as quickly as it started. His lust-filled gaze lingered on your lips just as he unzipped his jeans.
A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers reached beneath his pants, slowly working himself under the jeans. His brows scrunched at the forced contact, rolling his hand over the aching shaft once more. He was struggling to keep it together now, which was unusual for Rick.
So you reached down and squeezed his wrist.
“You wanna fuck me?” Your lips curl into a wicked smile. “Hm?”
He twisted and pumped himself over and over, watching as you couldn't take your eyes off him. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs to relieve the pressure building but he felt the motion and with one hand spread your legs further apart again.
Rick removed himself from his boxers, hiking his bottoms down to his ankles in one shove. You eagerly reached out for his cock, running a thumb across his swollen pink tip. He moaned, letting his lips fall back to your mouth. Hungry for more, each kiss was more passionate than the last. As you reached your other hand down to fully pump his cock, Rick leaned back. He watched with wide eyes before removing your hands.
Callous fingers pressed firm to your skin as he reeled you closer to his sturdy chest. “I’ve got a better idea.”
You opened your mouth to ask him the idea but was met with his wild stare.
“Wait.” His voice rasped, “stay still for me.”
One hand clamped down across your lips and his other hand slick with his own pre-cum twisted under your panties. “Think you can do that?”
A smile crept behind the heavy touch of his hand. His thick fingers spread you open before one then two fingers slowly enter you. “You’re soaking wet,” his lips press into your neck. “All for me.”
A gasping moan fell from your lips as his fingers curled inside you before spreading apart. You clutch his shoulders for support as Rick stretches you open again.
There was a fire behind those eyes that ignited the moment he closed that door. And you needed him. All the foreplay was pointless and you both realized it.
The next thing happened fast. You were spinning onto your side just as Rick quickly helped flip you entirely over. With your stomach pressed to the cold washing machine, Rick ran his palms down your exposed lower back.
“Wider.” You opened a bit more, trying to adjust to the angle just as he spat into his hand. The soft wet noises of Rick fisting himself echoed through the tiny room. Slick with his pre-cum and spit, he leaned further into your exposed pussy.
“Fuck.” Rick teases your opening before fully committing. With one swift motion, he grunts as he sinks down into your cunt. The force pushes you harder against the cold metal washer and your hands reach out to brace against the wall. The stretch was intense even with his prep before starting.
Slowly, he grinds his hips against your ass over and over until he finds the best pattern. Circling his hips, he curves and pushes down. The exasperated moan escapes your lips as he repeats the motion. It was a soft but dizzying rhythm as his hands pushed down against your lower back. You arched a little into the touch, pressing harder against the machine below.
“Atta girl,” he hummed as his hips pulled back slowly. He dragged his cock back inside before the rhythm picked up pace.
The soft mewling sounds escaped you without much thought. Between every thrust was a gasp for air as if Rick was somehow fucking the life out of you. He felt bigger in this position, digging so deeply inside your body. You loved the feeling of him stretching you but it was overwhelming. The pressure was intense and constant as he rolled his hips.
The edge of the washer applied just enough pressure against your aching clit as he rocked back and forth. Rick moaned, pulling out and slamming back in. “Oh, you like that. You like it when I take you like this.”
“Y-yes,” you gasp.
“God, you’re so tight and–”
He grunts, rutting up again and again. He lost track of the dirty talk, which you didn't mind. It was hot. He was so focused on you and how he felt inside you.
But his cock was relentless.
You could barely speak, whimpering as the ache between your legs pulses. It was working too well and now you were close. The tight coil of pleasure twists and snaps. Waves of bliss hit you like a brick wall, leaving you softly moaning along with his thrusts. Clenching around his length, you curse at the throbbing between your legs. He groans at the feeling, speeding up his now uncoordinated pace. He continues to fuck you through your pleasure, biting his tongue as his grunts mixed with the slick sounds of sex. Following your orgasm he spills himself inside you, lost in how you squeeze around his cock.
Out of breath and sweaty, Rick’s large hand wound its way up your back and squeezed your shoulder as he slams into you one last time.
He slid out of you after a few seconds of heaving breaths between the both of you. His groan was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion just as he bent over your body. He kissed your shoulder, then your back, moving the dress down to cover your ass.
As you shifted on the washing machine, Rick gently touched your thigh.
“Hold on.”
You heard him shuffle around behind you, but you were so high off the orgasm you were happy not to be moving yet. Then, soft fabric brushed against your butt and between your thighs. He cleaned you then helped as you twist around on the washer. When your heels hit the floor, Rick’s eyes lowered to your mouth. Dipping down, he planted a soft kiss. You smile just as he pulls back.
“Alright,” he murmured. “Should we…” He motioned to the door and you had a stark revelation. The party. The people. Your family.
Your face fell into your hands. “Oh god.”
“Hey.” Rick tipped your chin up. “Maybe nobody noticed.”
You didn’t want to burst his delusional bubble but it was almost certain someone noticed or heard something. With how he fucked you, it was dumb to think nobody heard the washer hitting the wall. Or Rick slamming against you.
So you gave him a weak smile. “Right.”
The door opened enough for you to slide outside. Nobody was waiting outside with disapproving glances or knowing smiles, which would have been horrific. Rick followed behind, slowly shutting the door.
The soft sound of people still laughing and talking off in the distance echoed down the narrow hallways. You couldn't help but sigh in relief. With a goofy smile, you reached up and softly kissed your husband’s lips. At least nobody saw or heard that you both were–
“Fly’s open,” Daryl murmured as he appeared from nowhere. He passed on his way down the hall, nodding to you both. He tossed a pack of cigarettes up in the air, catching them, and pushed open the backyard’s patio door. “Boring party.”
And Daryl was gone.
With lips in a tight line, you waited for the other pin to drop but hoped he was the only one that saw you two doing the walk of shame.
Biting your lip, you slip in front of Rick just as the short sound of his zipper closing echoed in the empty hall.
You cleared your throat. “Back to the party?”
Completely unbothered, Rick leaned into your side, sliding his arm around your waist.
“Lead the way, Mrs. Grimes.”
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a/n 2.0: I hope you all enjoyed! I had fun writing this and yet I completely forgot I added Daryl to this ?? LMAO love that
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